Ultimate Pawn

Corner of the banquet hall, before the table.

Chen Zongheng was dressed in a white shirt and straight, he picked up his chopsticks, unceremoniously, began to...use the chopsticks to have a meal.

In the face of this, he did not intend to waste a table full of superb dishes.

A glass of red wine, a table of dishes.

He eats happily.

Zhou Ruotong on the side obviously has no appetite.

Gently dragging his cheeks, he looked at the young man beside him in astonishment.

This young man has a good appetite?

Seeing Chen Zongheng's elegant temperament, but the appearance of eating with relish... Zhou Ruotong was depressed.

"You really can continue to eat." Zhou Ruotong's red lips are depressed, and he has no appetite for food at all.

"Why don't you eat it? Food is not a crime. If you don't eat it, wouldn't it be wasted." Chen Zong passed an abalone into his mouth leisurely and muttered.

Ok? It seems, too.

As soon as Zhou Ruotong's beautiful eyes turned, he also picked up the chopsticks and started to move the chopsticks.

Anyway, it's already here. No matter how bad it is, the food is not guilty, and it is enough to eat.

"Are you really the enemy of the Huang Family?" Zhou Ruotong asked in disbelief while eating vegetables.

Enemies of the Huang family, dare to come to a tofu feast for dinner? This is obviously unlikely.

Moreover, looking at the relish appearance of the guy eating, no matter how you look at it... it doesn't seem to be a grudge against the Huang family.

"It's true." Chen Zongheng toasted and took a sip of red wine.

"Then, what kind of hatred is it?" Zhou Ruotong, as the host, asked with curiosity because of his inquisitive nature.

"The enemy of murder." He replied calmly.

"Huh? Kill... the enemy of killing children?" Zhou Ruotong's pretty face condensed suddenly.

"You...your child...by the Huang family?" Zhou Ruotong's beautiful eyes were shocked...she didn't dare to go on...

She couldn't believe it, her eyes filled with anger.

The Huang family is doing a lot of evil. Unexpectedly, even the child of such a young father in front of him... didn't you let it go? !

"No, I killed the son of the Huang family." Chen Zongheng reminded him softly.

Zhou Ruotong: "..."

Killed the son of the Huang family? ?

The Huang family, isn't there a total of two sons of orthodox blood?

Huang Xuyang was buried a month ago.

The second son, Huang Honghui, is holding a tofu feast.

Is it? ? !

A shocking thought flashed through Zhou Ruotong's mind!

She stared at the elegant man beside her with beautiful eyes in a daze.

However, soon, she dismissed the idea again.

"Shhh... this kind of joke, you can't mess around." Zhou Ruotong's expression was a little weird, and he quickly reached out to signal him not to go on.

Obviously, she didn't believe what this man said.

Killed the Huang family's child? This is a joke.

This Jiangnan killed the Huang family. At this moment... can he sit here unscathed and enjoy the dinner?

However, this person is really bold, and even dare to make such a joke.

Zhou Ruotong repeatedly dissuaded him and motioned him to stop joking.

This is the tofu banquet of the Huang family, joking and talking, it is really fatal.

Seeing this woman, with such a panic look, Chen Zong couldn't help laughing.

"Why did you come to this banquet?" He sipped a glass of red wine and asked meaningfully.

"Huh? Me?" Zhou Ruotong's pretty face suddenly became a little depressed.

"I'm the host of Jiangnan TV Station. This time the Huang family funeral, I'm calling... let me go to host it."

"This tofu banquet is also the case. I was not forced by the leader above, so I had to come to attend." Zhou Ruotong's beautiful eyes frowned, seemingly helpless.

If she hadn't insisted on asking her, she wouldn't want to attend the tofu feast of the Huang family.

"Oh, host, a good job." Chen Zongong said with a curved corner of his mouth.

"Not bad, every time I have to be forced to participate in this and that hosting meeting... eh. Three days later, the second son of the Huang family will have to let me host the funeral... eh." Zhou Ruotong sighed, her beautiful eyes filled with helplessness. .

Although she is a well-known local host, she... can't deal with the big clans.

When she was asked to attend, she...can only attend. I dare not fail.

The so-called well-known artists are nothing more than...the little chess pieces that big families call to and fro.

"Oh? Don't you want to attend?" Chen Zong said lightly, shaking the goblet, "That's easy. Three days later, you don't have to host, I said."

"Huh?" Zhou Ruotong was stunned, her beautiful eyes staring at him stunned.

Then, she smiled helplessly.

How could Zhou Ruotong believe this young man's words. At best, it's comforting myself.

The dinner lasted for nearly an hour.

After the meal was almost done, it was time for the Taoist priests to recite sutras and practice.

The body of the second son of the Huang family was not carried to the scene.

There is only a black and white photo of his death hung directly above the banquet hall. Accepting the incense from the countless guests present, bow down.

Taking advantage of this approach, guests from all walks of life finally showed their talents. At the beginning, offered precious gifts one after another.

The so-called tofu farewell banquet is actually... just a superficial form.

The real purpose of this banquet is to consolidate the treasure.

In general, the guests present, in order to be loyal, in order to make friends with the Huang family, have shown their magical powers.

Treasures from all walks of life are precious, and they are sent one after another.

"The Great Zhou Engineering Group, Master Zhou Jian, offer... a glazed jade jade lamp, hoping that the dead will rest in peace, and the living will be prosperous."

"Wang's Co., Ltd., Chairman Wang Youde, offers...a box of gold bricks. Seeing off for Mr. Huang, looking forward to the future of the Huang family, the road is full of gold and silver.

On the stage of the banquet hall, the maid of the Huang family held the microphone, holding a list of gifts and singing lists one by one.

As he kept singing the list, the guests off the court gave gifts one after another.

Gold, jewelry, jade...antique...

A series of priceless treasures almost filled the stage of the entire banquet hall.

This is simply a naked scene of indulging in bribery at the dinner.

Everyone wanted to cling to the door of the Huang Family.

Even if the two sons of the Huang family have died, so what?

Patriarch of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming... but he is still alive.

That, but a living hero.

The pure blood of Jinrong.

How can the Huang family be underestimated for a hundred years? !

As a result, the guests from all walks of life continued to present themselves.

"Host, what kind of gift did you prepare?" Chen Zongheng asked meaningfully, sitting at the corner table, taking a sip of red wine.

"I have a name, my name is Zhou Ruotong."

Zhou Ruotong curled his lips in depression and said, "I didn't prepare anything, so I won't give gifts."

This time I was forced to attend the dinner.

Second Young Master Huang has done a lot of evil, so he still wants to give him gifts?

Forgive her for not being able to do it.

"Oh, very good." Chen Zongheng nodded lightly.

"Eh, what did you prepare?" Zhou Ruotong looked at Chen Zongheng curiously and asked.

"Me?" The corner of Chen Zongong's mouth raised an arc. He tapped his fingers on the tabletop and slowly said, "I... prepared a big gift for the Huang family."

Big gift? Zhou Ruotong looked at him suspiciously.

Chen Zong took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the drivers outside the door: Come in.

At the same time, at the entrance of the Peace Hotel.

The three large trucks waiting in the rain curtain slowly started their cars after receiving the order.

In the drizzle, the three trucks were just like that...slowly drove in towards the gate of the Peace Hotel.

Several waiters at the door stepped forward to intercept the inquiry, but the truck driver replied: It was three boxes of gifts to the Huang family.

This answer made the hotel waiters no longer dare to stop them, and quickly let them go.

Come to think of it, this is a super expensive gift from the three large trucks sent by a certain nobleman who took a lot of money?

Three large trucks, so unscrupulously, drove into the hotel, along the hotel corridor...slowly towards the direction of the banquet hall.

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